Airports are so REAL. Such a microcosm for the planet. You see the oddest things, and yet, somehow, they seem just totally representative of our culture somehow, in a way that makes me just say "oh" and "huh" instead of "WTF?"
Some examples:
People in public in various states of pajamas. I see this a lot, and while it is understandable, still, we are in public folks.
The woman in the row in front of me who decided to do a last minute makeup/hair touch up....only when she teased her hair (you really couldn't call it brushing, since it completely went against the grain) it just left the whole thing full of static and all the hair stood up on end. Only, because she couldn't see it, she had no idea.
A very attractive( and slightly older than I) man in the gate waiting area, who, upon closer inspection, was crying while he was talking on the phone. As he was close enough to me, it wasn't REALLY eavesdropping.....he was cancelling his entire schedule with people for the next week because his son had just died. I've been there. In the airport, crying, in shock and on my way somewhere I had no intention of going because someone was dead. My heart went out to him.
Lots and lots of REALLY HIGH heels. This seems to just be a "thing" at the moment, especially in California apparently. I mean absurdly, stupidly high.
Fanny Packs. I'm still not sure these are okay. Even in a travel setting.
I've just endured my third turbulent flight in a row. This one was the most thus far. I am, therefore, inebriated, because the thought of having to immediately get on the last flight of the day and head back up THERE made me contemplate walking the 100 miles to my next destination instead.
Vodka to the rescue. I love you Vodka!
Some examples:
People in public in various states of pajamas. I see this a lot, and while it is understandable, still, we are in public folks.
The woman in the row in front of me who decided to do a last minute makeup/hair touch up....only when she teased her hair (you really couldn't call it brushing, since it completely went against the grain) it just left the whole thing full of static and all the hair stood up on end. Only, because she couldn't see it, she had no idea.
A very attractive( and slightly older than I) man in the gate waiting area, who, upon closer inspection, was crying while he was talking on the phone. As he was close enough to me, it wasn't REALLY eavesdropping.....he was cancelling his entire schedule with people for the next week because his son had just died. I've been there. In the airport, crying, in shock and on my way somewhere I had no intention of going because someone was dead. My heart went out to him.
Lots and lots of REALLY HIGH heels. This seems to just be a "thing" at the moment, especially in California apparently. I mean absurdly, stupidly high.
Fanny Packs. I'm still not sure these are okay. Even in a travel setting.
I've just endured my third turbulent flight in a row. This one was the most thus far. I am, therefore, inebriated, because the thought of having to immediately get on the last flight of the day and head back up THERE made me contemplate walking the 100 miles to my next destination instead.
Vodka to the rescue. I love you Vodka!
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